Getting my daughter up for the school bus has always been a chore.
A deep sleeper, she is somehow capable of making polite chat while still in lala land. It is only when she really begins to wake up that her demeanor alters from cocktail-party polite to teen grumpy.
And I'm not at my best, either, I must admit. My poor child, who attends a charter high school, is first on our driver's pick up route. A half hour drive for us takes her an hour and fifteen minutes.Since neither of us are morning people, comuncation is limited to shoving a container of yogurt in her hand and handing her clothes for school.
Only today I fell down on that job. Her normal school uniform, which alternates with the gym uniform, was at her dad's house. Worse, I had just that minute (it never pays to be efficient in the morning) put her sweatshirt in the washing machine -- and turned it on.
Drama ensued.







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